Friday, April 10, 2015

A Lament

A lament

In the midst of a struggle
 in the mist of devouring blackness
I find myself crying out to You
I want to worship
 My heart desires something deeper something more profound and yet
I am here on the shores of your presence with a broken canoe

The desire to set forth,
to bring something new to pass
 bursts and burns my soul
I want to explore
to feel Your spirit on my face to taste the salt of Your refreshing  and yet
I am here on the shores of your presence with a broken canoe

At times though
the pollution overwhelms
my paddle slips my feeble grasp
disappearing in the dark

and I sit on the shores of your presence facing  a broken canoe.

Cris Jubb 10/4/15
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